Briskly I zip myself back up
I cherish my grey matter and my bowels
Isn't it fantastic, poetry larded
I'd never stop smiling if it happened
I'm a firm believer it's an earthly coincidence
We've crossed paths
Back when I walked around with no brain
Gritting my teeth
Nonplussed and dragon huffing
I thought the world would end with a blitz
I was jelly-like
A newt breeding
Butter beans, yours forever
You remind me of a painting in a museum
A criminal lover
I threw the tinderbox in the inglenook
I closed my eyes, on a voyage to elsewhere
I fit perfectly into a tailored wish
Slipped off into a sleep, through the afternoon
I was a rabbit in a warren, on the brink of giving up
I sojourned in a place of safety
Morning and night
I glide in and out of my conscience
It's now a pattern
A fully blown addiction
It's now a way of life
I'm on an even keel
Still, this monster in me won't let me sleep
I could scream, watching fog lay on the skyline
Dragging myself down the street
Thinking many-a-strange-things
Lately I've been dreaming
I'm feeling drained, pained with resentment
I won't move, I'm like an obelisk
It is what it is.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 20th, 2020 12:31
- Category: Unclassified
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